The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-01-17

The great telegraph monopoly OF the
United States OF America could not wait
upon the leisure OF slow fever, and Miss
Kollinstall's REIMBURSEMENT Of ,hrr South
End land salary) was a foregone couclu-
sion. Lefty Blayne, who was now Mrs.
Tintype live forgotten his name il I ever
knew it, came to Dcn1olo With tho Doc
tors daughter-but that did not help the
matter.
Lotto accepted the disappointment sim
ply aud courageously, as she had every.
thing else that hsppened to her. can
not say that she had not one good cry
over it, in the chilly blue room, on dark
Observation-Disclosures tho door was locked.
Lotto was hot what might be called a
"cryjst."" Few people ever witnessed
her eparee tears. She hated lysterical
girls, and reserved her expressions Of
suffering from the sight Of others, With q
fine self cont,ol that did her credit. Lotto
had acquired somehow conviction that
weakness was unwomanly. She never
said she was timid, as girls do, with an air
as If it were raiher pretty thing. II she
felt afraid she kept it to herself. sne did
not talk about being nervous" That
would not seem to be matter to be dis.
Guessed. She did not, as say, cry "beiore
folks" She would have felt ashamed.
She would hays felt as much ashamed Us
her brother.
Now this straightforward, self-man-
aged, helplul girl was not the less sweet
aud true and gentle for the qualities that
gave her power to spare and help others,
and to cortrol and respect heraelf, This
is not an exciting story, girls, that I an
telling you-ls il, perhaps, not much Of a
story after all. Life is not much OF q
story to most Of uS. e. }i,S, III o. "a
Most real girls stories are mado like
Loto's, out of every day material. For.
tunes do not lily to them. The Prince
does not follow them. Bandits do not
capture them. Lovers do not die for
them. Monday and Tuesday bring Wed.
neaday and Thursday-snd sorrows sot-
tie, and joys fit, and health and sickness,
and hope and fear and love and loss, and
struggle aad rest, succeed each other, and
prose is not poetry, and fact will never be
fiction; and 30 the young lie learns to use
its wiuee, and flies into maturity, and
ceases to DO interesting 10 young people,
and we tell OF it no more.
Lotto, perhaps, had "slonday and
Tuerday" life; at least, up to this point in
our narrative. But she had brave, sound
Monday and Tuesday qualities that helped
her to iive 1t. These, as I say, made her
none the less true and sweet creature.
Gentler, outside psople said abe had
grown since sll her trouble. psarer, said
the ''iuside people" -dearer to ug since
she has borne our cares 30 bravely.
But that was dark winter. No ono
could call It less, and say the holy truth
that Is holfer even than whet we call the
bright side Of things. a 5s,lf.7
Slam returned 10 his uncle and his lee,
sons, and Lotto stayed on with the sick
woman and S'reeny in the dreary house.
Mrs. Rollinstell did not get we'll. She
seemed TO have given up, poor thing the
fight Of living. All Der body and ponl
we're limp. She hung on Loto's heart as
II she had been tho child, and the child
had been the mother. The winter was
cold. 1t showed q great deal. Fern did
not write ss often, quite, as she used to.
Money came hardin fact they were
using their principal. Lotto spent her tele-
graph salary on new kitchen stove
Their future looked to her as blank and
rs black as the sideo Of that stove, the
tir1t day It came, when abe stood looking
at it--co!d and forbidding-atanding in
the back entry on threa legs. s
IT Is IN expensive thing to be alive"
said the young girl. n ..15g h
One thing had begun to be clear; grew
clearer, settled itself soon enough in
Loto's solitary thinking. paw N. i.
Hor mother was not going to die. But
she. wcS not going to be we'll woman
again. She could not again be leit-poor
mamma'-alone. She must have he.
daughter. 9TI7- - =
"Whateyer / do" said Lotto to herself
nloud one day in the china closot, where
she was putting away the gils.edged oups,
.I've got TO do at home"
She was balancing on tho edge Of an
orn, diva un yph ~ al 4 a..